Feeling dizzy still from the odd, unclear and downright unthinkable turn of events that just put you into your current situation, you stumble into a massive tile clearing. After taking a moment to clear you head, you realized you have walked into the Target that connects to the mall. All around you are a number of people (mostly women) walking to different isles and halls, checking out at the front, or rolling carts between the shelves.
In particular you notice a woman in her mid to late twenties standing next to a nearby rack of blouses. She sports very short brown hair and wears a light blue top that is mostly covered by a large denim jacket that matches her tight, worn, blue jeans. A man around the same age (presumably her husband or boyfriend), stands next to her with one hand on the cart handle and the other holding his phone as he flips through it, paying no attention to his surroundings. He has light blonde hair and pasty skin. He wears an old brown leather jacket and pair of dark brown chinos.
Across the isle from them is a woman standing in line to checkout with two children, the first a toddler that is sitting in the cart playing with a toy, and the other a young girl that looks to be somewhere between eleven and fifteen. The woman has long curly red hair that falls down a little ways past her shoulders. She wears a faded green hoodie and sweatpants, but neither can hide her curves as well as she may have hoped. She argues with her older daughter, telling her to go back and put away something she took off of a shelf. The girl, also red haired, but this time straight and in a ponytail, wears a crop top and dolphin shorts, trying to look older and more mature. She flips her hair, grabs the item from the cart and huffs away, muttering to herself about how she never gets what she wants.
As you look at your situation you realize that standing in the middle of an isle is probably not your best move, and that you should probably attempt to do something to better your situation.
You could maybe approach the couple, and see if they could help, or maybe the milf checking out would be more helpful.
Then again, maybe neither could be trusted with your life? Eventually, you decide to...
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